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Screw this entry, I'm going home...
Written on 2002-01-15, at 12:54 a.m.
dizboy's disturbing daily diet...

1 Banana

3/4 Medium Josie's Pizza (Meat Lovers)

1 Liter Coke


John Live*

Now, I look like a sad reject from "Close Encounters of the Third Kind" in this picture...I just got a new fluorescent lamp above my desk, but I sort of liked this crazy X-Files look.

*Not at all live


I'm keeping on top of this whole "No Smoking" thing.

Well, as much as can be expected, that is.

Though I do still puff away at the clubs, I've cut down a lot on the amount I do there, and I've eliminated random daily cigarettes 100%.

But people...please...

Don't hold me to the healthy eating thing.

I've tried...I promise, I have.

Instead of a bacon, egg, and cheese breakfast sandwich, I've had a banana...

Instead of Coke, I've had, shudder...water...

Instead of coffee, I've had tea...

And instead of Cinnabon, I've had a Cinnabon...

If you think I'm giving that up, you can piss right off.

But really, I've tried, and I doubt that this will hold up as one of my resolutions, though so far I'm sticking to the rest of them...

The smoking is being cut back...

School...well, school, you'll read about that in a moment.

And boyfriend?

Well, something may be brewing.

Brewing like coffee...ohh...coffee...how I miss you..

Anyway, I shan't talk about it at the moment, as it may be nothing.

Nothing, like the taste of a low-fat turkey sandwich.


It has come to my attention that the administration at my college is bent on one thing.

The utter and total destruction of all things John.

Let me first take you to earlier today...

The time, is 2:15pm, the class is Environmental Systems.

The teacher...

Is still not there.

He is fifteen minutes late so far, after not showing up at all on Wednesday, the first class.

Just as everyone is about to leave, again, mind you, he arrives.

And what I see standing before the classroom is the most stereotypical incarnation of a "nerd" that has ever slouched across the face of this earth.

He was wearing a short sleeved, teal polo shirt, with blue stripes running horizontally across it, HALF tucked into pale grey cotton pants, pleated, and without a belt.

He had on white socks, with black slip-on loafers, the kind with the little tassels in them, and though I can't confirm this, I'm sure that had I pulled the pant leg up a tad, I would have found thick yellow bands wrapping around the top of the sock.

His hair resembled that of Tom Snyder, only replace the distinguished grey with mousey brown, and thoroughly unkempt...

You know what? This entry is such crap...it's not 12:54am, it's 3:22pm, I fell asleep writing this, and have been trying to force myself to finish it since I woke up.

Here:

I can't eat healthy,

My science teacher is a giant dork, and

All deans everyewhere are soulless bastards out to destroy students.

There, done.

Be friggin' well...

-JOHN-


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